Erin: Ms. De Brún's amazing. I've just never met anyone like her.
James: She's an inspiration.
Clare: Absolutely.
Michelle: She really knows how to grab things by the balls.
Clare: Oh, yeah!
Michelle: She's changed my life, she really has.
James: She likes my accent.

Ms. De Brún: I don't like to feel tied down, you know. Life should be spontaneous, free.
Erin: Big time.
Ms. De Brún: Slainte.
Clare: This is actually nice.
Orla: It tastes a bit like blood.

Ms. De Brún: "Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch, which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible."
Erin: That's beautiful.
Ms. De Brún: Shaw. It's my favourite quote.
Michelle: [to Clare] Take it easy, Oliver Reed.
Ms. De Brún: What's yours?
Erin: "Be careful, child, of the doll made of glass. For if you hold her too tightly, she will break, and you will bleed."
Ms. De Brún: I don't think I'm familiar with that one. Who's it by?
Erin: Me. It's by me.
Ms. De Brún: Wow!

Erin: Well, that's us away.
Sarah: Where's your socks, love?
Orla: They're just not for me, mammy. I'm sorry.
Sarah: You'll be foundered.
Orla: I know what I'm doing.

Clare: What if she's in there?
Michelle: It's Friday. She's at judo. Relax the kecks, Clare.

Michelle: Ok, let's do the photograph.
Erin: Great. I'll write the ransom note.
James: We need a copy of today's newspaper.
Clare: Why?
James: It's just the done thing, kidnapping-wise.
Orla: I've got last week's parish bulletin.
Michelle: That'll do.
Erin: I'm going to use my left hand, just in case she recognises my handwriting.
Clare: Oh, well, this is foolproof!
Erin: Should I start, "Dear Sister Michael," or "To whom it may concern," do you think?

Sister Michael: The statue was stolen from this room, so I've asked Miss Mooney to photograph the scene. Either it is replaced, at your expense, or the school will sue.
Sarah: To be honest, sister, and I'm not just saying this - I think he looks better.
Sister Michael: He looks like his head's on upside down. And I'll be suspending them for a week.
Clare: Oh, please, God! No!
Deidre: A week? We're going to be stuck with them for a week?
Geraldine: Be reasonable, sister! We didn't behead the fella.
Mary: By Christ, you're in for it, Erin.
Erin: It was an accident, Mammy.
Sister Michael: So you accidentally wrote a ransom note, did you?
Erin: Ok, that bit wasn't an accident.

Erin: But, Ms De Brún, you inspired me to do my greatest work.
Ms De Brún: I see. Which was?
Erin: My poem. My glass doll poem. She's a doll made of glass. She's a glass doll. I read it to you last night.
Ms De Brún: Yeah. I wasn't really listening, to be honest. [Erin gasps] [Sister Michael hands her the P45] Cheers. Carpe diem. [exits]
Michelle: Carpe dickhead.